Archive | March, 2011

It’s a small world

31 Mar

And, we try to make it smaller.

Check it.  I was at work the other night and we were talking about groceries.  Not in the cute Eat, Pray, Love kind of way.  We were talking about groceries (yogurt) in the ‘when I go to the store I feel triggered and compulsive and overwhelmed and lost’ kind of way.

Now, obviously this is not about groceries.

Groceries.  Shopping.  Over-working.  Under-feeding.  Drinking.  Tuning out.  Running.  Running away…  These are all ways we make our world smaller.

Contained.

The ‘I already have enough friends, experiences, tastes, interests’ way of existence.  ‘I just need to know about this.’  ‘People are like this.’  Black and white; life by Scantron.  Written out though– how could that ever be true? Or fun?!!

Life like this is a coping mechanism.  (Believe me, I know.  I’ve done it.  Default ‘friends’ and turkey tomato bagels does not make for a colorful perspective.  Even with a Russian blazing in my ear…)  It is easier to understand the world in a limited scope.  It is easier to make my days small.  To say I am this.  You are that.  To define.  To shy away from.  To shrink.

But do you really want to?

I get that the world can seem scary.  Especially engaging with it.  And, I get that it can feel like the world can kick your ass.  Especially, when you don’t know what happens next.  Or, when things shift.  Or, when you are afraid.  Then, yogurt availability can seem to mean:  the world is safe or I can’t deal with this anymore.

Reminder:  It is yogurt.  Breathe.

It is really easy to forget that beneath it all there is love.  Or, there will be.  And, that we are all scared.

Too often, fear floods in.  I myself have wondered:  if I opened to everything and everyone it would seem too much for my heart to bear.  The world is so full of cycling life.   How can I be compassionate and aware and leave my house in one piece?

Perhaps, this is why a vanilla yogurt (or turkey tomato) life can seem to make sense.

Except, I do not want to live my life in bagels.

Pema Chodron (LOVE HER!) tells us in When Things Fall Apart that:  “To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake … is to be continually thrown out of the nest. To live fully is to be always in no-man’s land, to experience each moment as completely new and fresh. To live is to be willing to die over and over again.”

Following, to live means we get to be reborn.  Start again.  With fresh, unlimited eyes.

See the big picture.

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Pandas

30 Mar

Are amazing.

And, also, amazingly good at pulling at our heartstrings and lifting the corners of our mouths…  I mean look!

Now did you note the music?  “Riding Solo.”  I think that was intentional.  Apparently, male pandas are the ultimate bachelors.  To the max.  And, not in the George Clooney kind of way.

Background:  I debate about pandas.  Yes.  I am that cool.

And, I have too often credited my friend B.’s spirited lack of Panda love to his years of cleaning up child vomit at our local Ithaca Sciencecenter (It’s an amazing place!  Go.  Ignore what I said about vomit.  It’s so great there! :P).  I figured with him one cannot love all things neotenous and he was clearly doing his time with the kiddies.  (Sorry.  Pause.  Do not take that literally…)  Then, I listened to his arguments…

B. on Pandas and why he has no love.  Pandas have:

1) An irrational food supply.   They eat bamboo.  Yup.  Check.

2) Ludicrous camouflage.  Unless they are with a heard of zebras.  Reading newspapers.

3) A lovingly round shape and laissez-faire attitude.  (B. just called them fat and lazy but you know…)  And, thus, not they are not swift movers.  Although the youtube exhibit above is a good counterpoint to this critique.

4) A complete lack of motivation to mate!  (This is where B. REALLY built up steam…)  The male of the species does not want to copulate.  We need to teach and encourage them!

(Um.  Have they met their human counterparts? This has GOT to be an argument for evolution.  Or NAMBLA 😉 )

On point 4, I did some poking.  Check it.  Scientists are working really hard (BAD JAMIE!) to get the panda boys going:

“Along with watching porn, pandas are doing ‘sexercises,’ or specialized exercises to strengthen the males’ hind legs and increase their stamina.  Scientists have found that the combination of porn, exercises, and the occasional menage a trois — to get young male pandas curious about sex — have proved successful.”  (Source)

So what does all this mean?  Come on pandas!  Don’t let me / your race down!  And, what happened to good ole spring time and becoming TWITTERPATED?